Thoughts after Jim Jones massacre
Snowflakes or fireflies Beneath an oval moon Do I wake or dream?
the universe opens accepting my homecoming sky races by
WINTER SHADOW / Feb 11, 2011 small white stones fall rattling to the ground a shadow keeps pace beside me through the groaning night
Autumn dusk descends Street lights run on rain-slicked… To glistening pools
In the universe Of winking stars is there one Who also wonders?
Life has a way of playing the vile… Or, providing an evener, some migh… I, who did not want to go to war, Seeing the senselessness of it, Stayed at home to work the farm -
Suppose you was 18 years old And never had a single thing In all your life to call yours alo… Except your body and your face? And suppose you went to work
the darkening hills a triumvirate of crows in the glowing gloom
last night the winter world transformed to summer’s sphere fireflies in the night their aimless paths alight
how pathetic to be born without wings such gifts should be for womankind, too
surf and turf of St. Andrews olde salts and bullshit under one blue tarp gossip thick as molasses sparks quick as match-lit gas
SHIPBOARD last night from starless skies a t… stunned and shaken, seeking shelte… from unfamiliar shipboard lights I watched it falter with wings out…
which of our ancestors did it - traded wings for thumbs burdened us with possessions fed us to the uncompromising earth…
a cookbook is a strange place to find a recipe for the mind but the notes tell me the lemon tr… blooms year ‘round, never stops; while one branch sweetens the air
the sum of the estate: pictures newspaper clippings poems the memories